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"Two Gentlemen Spies and the Innocent Mademoiselle"
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“That’s with me Master’s
compliments! He says to tell ye to poke her a few good times as this
will be yer last endeavor of that sort!” The old sailor laughed roughly
again. “Just how me master expects ye to do that with ye both chained, I
don’t know.” His laughter echoed throughout the hold as they heard the
grate slammed shut over their heads.
In the silence left behind, Raine and Theo could clearly hear a female
whimpering in a space not far beyond their feet. “Bloody hell,” Raine
hissed beneath his breath
“Are you hurt, miss?” Theo asked with concern as he brought his booted
foot forward searching to see how far away she might be. His boot met a
solid form immediately. However, the simple touch of his boot sent the
poor woman scrambling in the dark with the unfortunate sound of the
bucket of water being over turned. “Please miss, I did not mean to-.”
“Blasted it, woman! Pick up that bucket now!” Raine exploded harshly
overriding Theo’s plea, “That is our only source of water!” Raine’s
voice finally gave out with a jarring croak.
“Blazes, Raine! You are frightening her. She is crying and she could be
hurt. Miss-miss?”
“Hell, Theo, I did not mean to make her cry,” Raine barely managed to
whisper. Damnation, he should not have bellowed so hard, he nearly lost
his voice again. Theo however, was not paying any attention to him
because he kept trying to speak to the dark-haired woman. Aye, he had
seen that dark hair in the instant the sailor moved closer to toss the
lady down into the hold. The sailor’s torch had pierced the damp fog for
a split second. He did not like what else he thought he saw besides
incredibly long dark hair.
“Miss, I am Theo and that is my brother, Raine. Who I assure you is very
sorry that he yelled at you.” The woman’s sobs were heart-wrenching,
though slightly muffled in the darkness, but were not decreasing a bit.
“You know, Miss, we are chained here to the inside wall. Both my wrists
and Raine’s too. We cannot move more than a few inches from the wall.”
The woman’s sobs held a strange chattering sound as Theo paused to take
a breath. “I thought that should make you feel better,” he began again.
“I mean a-after what that sailor said.” Theo paused to assess if his
words were having any effect then added, “I collect that I could tell
you in this blackness that Raine and I are gentlemen and we would never
harm you. Yet I can imagine how hard that would be for you to believe.
So just know that although we never would—we are chained and could not.”
“Damn it, Theo,” Raine rasped at his brother’s rambling. Theo’s efforts
appeared not to be doing any good because the woman still sobbed in some
obscure corner of the hold.
“She needs to be reassured,” Theo replied hotly.
Raine knew the woman’s emotions were tearing at his brother. “I believe
she is naked,” he whispered as low as he could but still so Theo could
hear him. Oh he heard!
“What!”
“You heard me,” Raine hissed.
“You saw—that?”
“Glimpsed.”
“Blazes, Raine, are you sure, I mean-.”
“-Do you honestly believe I would miss something like that?” Raine asked
in a croak.
“I—ah, no—but without clothes?”
“O! M-Mon dieu. Mon d-dieu.”
Both Theo and Raine stalled their speech abruptly as they heard the
woman’s frightened, wavering voice. She sounded so young, and afraid.
Who would not be? “French,” they both announced in the same breath.
“Who would possibly toss a naked French woman in the hold with us,
Theo?” Raine asked. “It is a trick! She could be this Black Widow.”
“Non-non!” the woman bawled “I do n-not know t-thees widow!” Her voice
became more muffled as she sobbed. “I swear t-thees!”
“Mademoiselle, I believe you!” Theo exclaimed somewhat passionately.
“Damn it, Theo!”
“But I do, Raine! And how can you be so cruel as not to?” Theo heaved an
accusatory breath. “The poor thing is freezing. Can you not hear her?”
“It is an act,” Raine mumbled.
Theo produced an irritated hurrmph. The only way he would convince Raine
was by questioning the young woman. “Mademoiselle, what is your name?”
He could hear her sniffling in the dark and it was a painful sound
making his heart break, imagining her naked, vulnerable, and curled in a
cold dark corner. “Please, Mademoiselle, would you tell us your name?”
“N-Noel.”
“Ah. That is a beautiful name.” Theo heard Raine groan at his side but
ignored him. “And your last name?”
“C-Camb-bria.”
“That does not sound familiar,” Raine muttered.
“Of course it does not,” Theo articulated. “How old are you,
Mademoiselle Cambria”
“N-Nineteen-n.”
“A–ha!” Theo extolled. “What agent could be this young, Raine? You will
have to admit that she cannot be.”
“You started at nineteen,” Raine muttered. “And, she could be lying
about her age.” The feminine voice in the darkness careened into a sound
that could only be described as bawling. “Bloody hell, woman, stop that
squalling!”
I
mmediately the young woman’s voice released an ear piercing squeal that
reached a new crescendo. Belatedly Raine realized his mistake. There was
nothing for it as he hesitantly offered an apology, “I . . . I am
sorry,” he began with his voice sounding like the scratch of wood on
wood, as the thought crossed his mind that he never apologized. But
then, he had never been around a bawling demoiselle before. “Please,
Mademoiselle, do not cry,” he finally hissed, unable to keep the touch
of irony out of his words. It seemed cruel punishment.
“I cannot . . . s-s-stop, M-Monsieur,” she stuttered. “Oh-.” Her teeth
began to chatter as her breathing came in catches.
“Mademoiselle, you must come here,” Raine announced abruptly.
“But w-why, M-Monsieur-r?”
“Damn it, woman, your teeth are already chattering with the cold and if
you do not secure some warmth soon you will become ill. It is for your
own well-being. And I am not asking you, I am ordering you to come over
here this instant and sit between us where it will be warmer!”
Theo grinned and did not even mind the wince. Leave it to Raine to order
the young woman about and by the sounds of it she was obeying. Of course
not many could gainsay Raine’s barked orders and the roughness of his
voice now added a commanding touch. Nevertheless, this was perfect for
he had been trying to fathom a way to provoke Noel to do just this. Only
her movements suddenly stopped and he held his breath.
“M-Monsieurs, I-I-I am-.” Her voice in the blackness sounded so small
and helpless.
“-Naked,” Raine supplied as he listened to Noel gasp. Christ, she
sounded young.“ And we, Mademoiselle, are just as blind as you in this
darkness. Now move!” The wooden planking creaked and Raine felt, then he
heard, Noel’s presence with teeth chattering at his side. Suddenly in
the gloom a small hand touched his thigh but jerked instantly away.
“O-Oh, M-Monsieur.” Twas a helpless plea.
“That is just my leg,” Raine supplied reasonably. “Are your hands tied
in front of you, Noel?”
“N-Non Mon-n-.”
“-Raine . . . Simply call me Raine.”
“Raine.”
Damn, Raine thought, no teeth chattering that time only a beautiful and
sultry feminine voice combined with a seductive French accent. God, he
could never remember his name sounding so . . . good.
“And I am, Theo.”
“Theo,” Noel murmured.
Raine grinned, he guessed that Theo wanted to hear that sultry French
accent wrapped around his name as well and he could not blame him.
“Noel, feel for my leg again,” he ordered. “Both of them are side by
side. Just crawl over them.”
“Oh mon d-dieu, I–I do not-.”
Raine scrunched one of his legs toward his chest, hissing back the
pressure to his injured ribs. He curved it around where he knew Noel to
be until he could straighten his leg along her backside. Then he gave a
push, sucking in another breath at the pulse of pain centered in his rib
cage.
Noel erupted in a squeal and fell forward partially onto Theo’s lap, by
the sounds of Theo’s surprised groan. Although it was not a groan of
pain, she must have landed in a most precipitous portion of his lap. “I
said to sit between us, Mademoiselle!” Raine commanded. “Now you will do
so!” If his determined bullying was the only way they were going to
accomplish anything in this situation, then governing bully he would be."
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Erotic Ebook Reviews:
Fallen Angel Reviewer,
Naomi says:
Raine and Theo are used to cruelty,
pain, and torture. They are spy siblings. Although they are men of the
world and have lived through all kinds of escapades, surprisingly both
are also virgins. A pact of dedication to their missions and to each
other has kept their focus solely on survival.
Missy Strom’s tale begins in a ship’s small brig as the brothers are
bemoaning a brutal bashing that they were lucky to live through. Both
are chained to the walls, intensifying the pain of their injuries. They
do not expect another person to be dropped in with them and are
incredulous as they realize that it is a naked young woman. Her state of
undress and experiences with a “horrible man” have taken their toll; she
is rapidly going into shock. Her name is Noel Cambria; she is French and
was taken from her bed by an unknown assailant. She was later questioned
about a “Black Widow”, which she did not understand. The brothers urge
her to cuddle up to them under their clothing. Pain of their arousal
distracts them from other injuries and the girl is soon warm and asleep.
Fortunately darkness was a cover for her beauty, but as the dawn
approaches her fine form is revealed. Noel’s voluptuousness is
remarkable. She tries to cover her ample assets with her long dark hair,
but her attempts fail. Once more she becomes embarrassed and distressed,
and both brothers manage to humiliate her further when they attempt to
placate her with obvious compliments. She is told by a crewmember that
she will be taken back to the “horrible man”, so a barely decent
petticoat is thrown into the brig. After the brothers use a pin from her
hair to undo the chains, they form a plan to burn the ship, hoping to
escape in the mayhem. In the disturbance they jump overboard into an icy
English channel and a small dingy. They do not escape the notice of
Marapaul, a well-known spy and his comrade, Noel’s “horrible man”.
This erotic tease will tantalize readers with anticipation long before
the three lovers find their release. The highly erotic and graphic
scenes include both brothers and the French miss, but the acts are
strictly male/female. (Warning: This eroticism is highly explicit.) They
find love throughout their adventures, as they try to evade, and then
capture the notorious and mysterious Black Widow. The two spies have
been raised as gentlemen and know the consequences of compromising an
unmarried virgin, but find some very creative ways to get around this
problem. Noel must choose between the two charming brothers, both of
whom she has come to adore and desire. A plot of spy chases is threaded
into the lovers’ trysts, which kept this reader turning the pages,
anxious to learn the innocent Noel’s fate. If you like your historical
stories hot, and would love a change form the usual hero / heroine
scenario, do not miss this one!
Reviewed by: Naomi,
Fallen Angels Review
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